“Don’t run, please don’t run. I won’t hurt you, I promise. I just want to talk to you.” The Bane, tensed like a wary a****l, til...ed her head. She must certainly have been confused. It may well have been the first time anyone had spoken to her in years. At least she hadn’t run off yet. “I won’t hurt you. My name is Katrina Nichols. I’m an investigative reporter. I’m not from the city. I’m not from Eudemonia. It’s safe to talk to me, I promise. I won’t get you in trouble.. Then I placed my dick in her mouth and she began to work it up and down and bob on it as if it were candy as I had said, but when I neared cumming I said, “Stop, slave” and she did.“Okay, now, I want you to get on all fours, slave” and she did. “Now, pull up your skirt”, which she did also and as easily as the first request.I spit on my fingers as I rubbed my saliva all over her ass then placed my penis against her ass hole and said, “You will beg for this, slave”“Please, master, please fuck my. She is fair in color and her hairs are up to her shoulders. She carries a magnetic personality with lovely curves.So the day arrived when we have to meet at the airport to begin our journey. We meet at the terminal and she was wearing formals and as usual, she was looking hot. My dick started giving me morning alarm but somehow I controlled and went ahead. She was just close to me and every moment I was thinking to touch her. If it would be a road or train journey then many times I would have. She pressed her left leg against my right leg and then swung her right leg over me. Right in front of me was Kate’s pussy. I hadn’t seen it head-on yet. She had a perfectly adorable little slit hidden behind a landing strip of black pubic hair. It was glistening wet and pungent with that distinct odor of coitus. As she went to sit down, she grabbed my stiff penis — still wet with her saliva and some pre-cum — and guided it into that pussy. The tip of my cock poised there for a second then, as.